Fuck you
Fuck you for all things you did to me. You never gave a shit so why act like you did. And now even with you gone for weeks, you still effect my life. You randomly stumble into my head a ruin things. I become nauseous, I can’t sleep, I can’t even full enjoy the music I once loved. An added fucked bonus is despite not seeing you for almost a month, I still have to hear about you. People ask question or tell me what shit you’re up to now. You’re already cheated on that girlfriend that loves you so fucking much it makes me sick. You want to sleep with one of MY friends and you’ve made it pretty fucking clear. I hate you. You’re despicable and I dream of the day when I see you and one of three things happen.
1. We ignore each other and its awkward.
2. I legitimately couldn’t give a shit because I’m with someone I deserve.
3. You try something and I get to give you a bloody nose and/or black eye.
I cannot wait.
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